Thursday, 27 July 2017

Truely Julie

Julie does curse with a verse
And while this might be terse
She still slags off being in a herse.

She wishes some relatives to be dead,
Proclaiming them to be 'off their head',
But she struggles now with what she said.

She wants to make humble amends
As she now has few friends -
Influencing these trends.

She likes to have a drink
Where she does irrationally think
To the brink of a stink.

She doesn't think before speaking,
And thus is unpopular in relating
What everyone is suspecting.

She can slag you off with a scoff
And doesn't hold respectfully aloft
Being soft as she is like a boss.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/07/2017

A poem about my mates sister, Julie, who keeps falling out with her kin and friends.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Being Insane To Blame

I am true to my heart,
And am not world's apart,
I have a healthy well being
Of love worth believing.

I spent a year with Clare,
And she was fully aware
That I was not myself
While suffering ill-health.

I was paranoid and delusional,
Confused and irrational,
But she still lent an ear
And we both shed the odd tear.

We had true feelings to share
And had ignitions that would flare,
But we still had a respectful care
To inflame the blame on being insane.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/07/2017

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Tuesday, 25 July 2017

A Stranger

I've just been to see my mum,
She is looking down and glum
As her partner has dementia
A tormenting type of torture.

He stresses her out with his pacing
About, his mind seems to be racing
With Incoherent phrases that he is relating
To me, she and we who are also suffering.

A shadow of his former-self
Suffering this ill-health,
He has lost his dignity
Experiencing this insanity.

Nevertheless, they soldier on
At these heartbreaking times begun,
He is a trial to her patience
And respectful perseverance.

My mum is getting on in years
And while she holds back her fears,
She is still tormented by a stranger
With her safety in possible danger.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/07/2017

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Monday, 24 July 2017

Love My Pet

My dog keeps me company,
She is a source of tranquility
As she snuggles up to me
On the chair or settee.

I miss and long for Clare,
We were good as a pair,
She would like my sadie
A pet without hostility.

We could all cuddle up close,
With a love for all to toast
Being together - to weather
The fall of us standing tall.

You were glorious in essence,
And loved Jesus without pretence,
Preaching his word with appetence
Of the second coming appearance.

Come close to me and see
How we could be in glee
Experiencing tranquility
From a he and she to a we.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/07/2017

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Sunday, 23 July 2017

Fond Memories

Do you still shed the odd tear,
Years have passed my dear,
I was a shoulder to cry on
And a clown full of fun.

I have fond memories to keep;
Some that make me weep,
As I cherish you so deep
Now a mountain so steep.

You are indeed a conquest
Justifying at what is best,
But I am now more not less
And was under hostile duress.

You was gentle and sweet
And also lovably meek,
You had a beautiful smile
That made my day worthwhile.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/07/2017

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Friday, 21 July 2017

Sane And Stable

I still hear patronising voices,
And am subject to their choices
Of reprimanding me and my sanity -
Within reasoning as I am needy.

I've been to see the shrink,
Where it makes you rationally think
Of a stink that can take you to the brink
Of despair, as they seemingly don't have a care.

I have to wait in what was a debate
In how I was to passionately relate
That my detrimentally respective ills
Are because of sedating, strong pills.

I am sleeping way too much,
And am gravely out of touch
With reality, a gravity
Of my psychotic sanity.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/07/2017

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Thursday, 20 July 2017

Belief Not Grief

My friend, Peter, is like a heater,
Blowing hot and cold with a scold,
And while he rides his mobility scooter,
He can still be brave enough to have you told.

He plods on knowing the score to implore to the poor
To seek opening a door from being a bore,
As Jesus is a trusting blessing
To stop you from transgressing.

And know the space of Christianly grace
If you attend a church or chapel,
And seek the Messiah's face
And listen to His call.

We can all be a blessing
And thus wisely stressing
That Belief will set you free from grief
That to many is underneath a wreath.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 20/07/2017

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A Shadow Of His Former-self

My friend, Peter, had prowess,
But sadly he now has less;
He treats life like a game of chess
And has been under lots of duress.

He has been at death's door
A multitude and numerous score,
As he has not been well
Suffering a tormented spell.

He drinks to depths of despair
While not looking after himself,
But he is still respectfully fair
And shares out his wealth.

He is kind hearted to the departed,
And paid for a friend's funeral,
He is an art apart as he parted
With his benefits to the needful.

He has been given a year to live,
And doesn't take this to heart,
As his mind is now like a sieve
Sprinkling memories to depart.

He is my mate and I respect him so,
And while his memories he does sow,
I wanted him to respectfully know
That I don't mind him smoking the blow.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 20/07/2017

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Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Forever Together

Get down and dance,
I'm in a trance
With your many moves
Of supplementary grooves.

With your body swaying
And with me saying
That you look so fine
A girl I'd like to dine.

Could you be intimately mine,
You will find a tame mind
To nurture you with rhyme
Written throughout my time.

Our time respectfully apart
Has crushed my humble heart,
We were made to be together
To exist through our forever.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

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Loud And Proud

I loved you with my all;
You stood respectfully tall;
We weathered the fall
With nature's call.

We liked our walks together,
Holding hands to nurture
Our feelings into further
Enhancement with fervour.

You were an entrancement
Of plenty of merriment,
Seemingly heavenly sent
With much appeasement.

I think of you as a treasure,
Despite my stormy weather
Of being a lonely cloud -
But I am still loud and proud.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

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Monday, 17 July 2017

A Smile Worthwhile

Throughout our courtship
We had a loving friendship,
We both like sharing
And was very caring.

You swept me off my feet
And I am now running to you
To hopefully meet and greet
To express my feelings so true.

I am truthfully sincere
And hold you very dear,
Your charming smile
Makes my day worthwhile.

I remember you as a treasure
Worth more than any gold,
I often think of whether
You will now be bold.

Will you be reciprocal
Throughout my trial
Of pursing you to start anew
To alleviate me feeling blue.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

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Sunday, 16 July 2017


I Reap What I Seek

I am keeping
When I am dreaming -
My visions of you
Becoming true.

I can be weeping
While teasing
My faculties
Within Sensibilities.

You was pleasing
With your teasing,
I still wonder
With some ponder.

You were a sight to see -
A vision of tranquility,
Will you come to be
Respectfully with me.

I still love you so
And my love does grow,
I need you to know
That you are my heavenly glow.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/07/2017

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A While On Trial

I love your beautiful face,
You are pretty and seductive;
Will you be my saving grace
Making me more attractive.

I'm down with being blue,
Enduring not scoring
My goal, as you pursue
In misconceiving my saving.

I am a remedy not to ignore
As I can be a welcome relief
From you feeling sore
From suffering my grief.

Am I a source of ambivalence
With my trials of tribulation;
Will you judge me with patience
Addressing our separation.

I was not my considerate-self
Wrapped up in distress,
I was suffering ill-health
And was psychotically under duress.

But now I am perfectly well,
Not suffering being insane,
I was under a cursed spell
And had only myself to blame.

You were innocent of judgement,
And I am now back on track,
From my regrettable impairment
Of not wanting you back.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/07/2017

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Saturday, 15 July 2017

Don't Be Cold To Take A Hold

Clare do you still care
With the passionate flare
Of me being a treasure
Of your loving endeavour.

I miss and love your loving;
You was always giving,
And had a care for sharing
Which was endearing.

You instrumented me in a way
That plucked my strings to play
A melody of tranquility
With you being with me.

I sing a song of worldly belong,
And echo a chorus throng
Of becoming more loving
To me suffering being unbecoming.

Do you have a care not to stare
At what you might presume to beware,
As the unsightly are unjustly
A plight of gripe profanity.

I can be bad at how people make me sad
By tarnishing me with being mad,
But I have sincere intentions
Told with many mentions.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/07/2017

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Friday, 14 July 2017

A Court Session

Come to me, and see
How we could learn
From our past ecstasy -
A lesson from a term.

We shared our time
With expressions
Of expressive rhyme
Expressing our sessions.

We liked playing tennis
And enjoyed the fun game,
You were a source of bliss
In how you kept me tame.

A match in being equal
With some philosophy
Of a Biblical prequel
Sharing philanthropy.

We loved Jesus teaching,
He had a loving essence
Within His preaching
Without pretence.

You are a respectful teacher
With an inner endeavour
Of seeking pleasure
From stormy weather.

Share with me my life
And I'll give you peace
From all of your strife
Of not being my wife.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/07/2017

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Thursday, 13 July 2017

Think Of Shrink

I'm off to see the shrink next week -
I'm righteous in demanding to seek
A reduction in my medication
Which is too much of a sedation.
I will implore for him to know the score
That I am a bore with this medicinal chore
Of swallowing a concoction of pills
To my inner, detrimental ills.

I am now sane, and refrain
From ill-gain, as in my pain
Of playing the mental game
Of being insane, yet I am tame
With positive possibilities
With sensible sensitivities.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 13/07/2017

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Tuesday, 11 July 2017

As One Together

Do you see my internal desire
Of you lighting up your fire -
Your warmth was comforting
Which was a tranquil blessing.

I am smitten with your passion,
An epithet of your character;
Will you make the right decision
Of adhering to your inner nature.

You loved with a decisive measure
Of thinking of me as a treasure,
I will not forget this bringing
Of a loving song worth singing.

You have a voice to make a choice,
And knowing that I am nice,
Will this temptingly entice
You to think rationally twice.

We could be a pair with a care
To humbly and modestly share
Our time lovingly together
For our respective forever.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/07/2017

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Monday, 10 July 2017

Am I Washed Up

I am in and out of the sea,
Dipping my foot in respectfully,
To sea if I get a chill
From this female bitter-pill.

I am seeking while peeking
At what they are revealing,
A teasing essence of pleasure
But I don't sway to this measure.

One fish I don't want to hide
As I want her by my side
To enjoy a swim and have kin,
As I am humbly smitten.

As I endeavour to weather
Being single, but together
With Clare, I can be fair
By having a sincere care.

I hide in and amongst the rocks
Where the passing of time sucks,
As I wait patiently for thee
To come and see me intimately.

I'll linger on the beach
Where I'll humbly preach
That you are out of reach
As you respectfully teach.

I could learn from a turn
In my direction with affection,
This I do passionately yearn -
And I'll offer you protection.

I have a shell to hide in,
Where I repent of my sin
In what my madness made me do
Especially by upsetting you.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 10/07/2017

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Spin Your Web Around My Head

Are you still extrovert,
And do you still flirt,
I liked us within nature
Sharing your good character.

I liked your confidence
In me being your confidant,
A hard shoulder to cry on
With your web spun.

I am still in you lair
Of liking you so fair,
Your passionate reasoning
Could be our respective beginning.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 09/07/2017

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Saturday, 8 July 2017

Why Don't You Pursue

I'll love you until the end of days,
And your reciprocation still sways
As you don't come out to play
My humble and modest way.

I will strive to entice
You into being sensibly nice,
And offer out a respectful hand
To lead you into your promised land.

I promised you nothing, but everything
I will give to you, and under my wing
You can stick to me like glue
With a new feeling to pursue.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/07/2017

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Times Begun Under The Sun

Clare, I liked our walks within nature,
We enjoyed it in all of its splendour
Regardless of the unpredictable weather -
We have fond memories to remember and treasure.

You were vulnerable regardless of being stable
And I was able to comfort you while you felt feeble;
Conquering your soul was my goal to unfold
My transparency and empathy not cold.

I am warm with your comforting essence,
A presence that I will adhere with adherence,
You mean't the world to me, come and see
How we could come to be experiencing tranquility.

My being bold to have you told with a scold
Is on hold, as I am nurturing you being cold,
And as you shiver, think of the fever
That is dragging me under with you to remember.

You are stalling my calling of being together,
And as I ponder in wonder of this endeavour,
I will not stall to call you in phrases
Written in stages on numerous pages.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/07/2017

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Friday, 7 July 2017

Could You Come To Be With Me

I am a gentleman when it comes to a lady,
With my mind buzzing with being hazy,
I serve up etiquette with our meal
With intentions of a heart to steal.

I'll use chivalry as a tool to pursue
You not ever experiencing feeling blue,
I'll open up many doors with scores
Of engagements of arrangement chores.

I will adhere to respectful behaviour
While we are together, to weather
Come rain or shine, I will still pine
To wine and dine a girl so refined.

I savour your flavour with a palatable
Taste of haste, as I am nutritionale
When it come to humane decency
Which is written in my philosophy.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/07/2017

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Remedy My Insanity

I've been working-out,
Doing weights and fitness,
It keeps me rationally sane
From a psychotic bout
Of neglectful awareness,
Where I do now refrain
From this ill-gain
As it caused to much pain.

Do you see sense and sensibility
In my summing up your rationality;
And a plus is you're not in a rush
To bust what it is I push -
Words your way to hopefully play
Around your mind throughout your day.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/07/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Come Around To How I Sound

Can I be the king of your castle
Acting like a knight in armour,
Or am I like the court jester
Acting the fool with humour.

I'll use chivalry as a tool
Regardless if you think me uncool,
And I'd fight with etiquette
Being gentlemanly with a threat.

Id protect you from infernal ways,
And love you until the end of days,
You are my queen and with a scream
I will frighten away a bad dream.

I am hag-ridden with your absence
And wonder if you'll make an appearance
As you are keeping me in suspense
Which is making me feel tense.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/07/2017

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Tuesday, 4 July 2017

You Top I Am

Clare, are you meekly humble
Not to grumble in my jungle,
And like a lion I will champion
Believing in an earthly zion.

As a utopian I will stand firm
For the cause that I yearn
To be fruitful in giving
To the needy still aching.

Some are grieving a lifestyle
Without life being a trial,
As some have a poor upbringing
Which can resort to stealing.

Some transgress with having less
Suffering needless duress
At striving for what's best
Which can lead to an arrest.

We live in a materialistic world
Where people seek treasures,
Such as diamonds and gold
And other such pleasures.

Clare, be fair in your stare
At my strife of existing life,
And I will have a passionate care
Of seeing you as my wife.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/07/2017

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Monday, 3 July 2017

Rebuke A Duke

Have less stress and digest what is best,
Savouring the flavouring of zest
And zeal in your innocent appeal
To appetise how you feel.

I'll judge you to be mad with sad
Tendencies of in-sensibilities,
And paradoxically you might be glad
As I act paternally like a dad.

You might discern this turn
As something to lovingly learn
In your class of a mass
Learning what is class.

A toff is a person to scoff
And not hold respectfully aloft,
They are mostly in a scoff
At family members who are soft.

The poor I do implore to score
Some sense and sensibility
From Adam and Eve's tree
And fruitfully eat to the core.

It's nice to be nice, and I do entice
To feed the vulnerable with sensible
Philosophy about not acting like ice
While paying the price of being susceptible.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

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Shine Over My Rain

To Clare, try not to be down,
Raise your smile and frown
And cherish as a blessing
What I am stressing.

We were good together,
And for my forever
I will respectfully treasure
The shine and rain of your weather.

Whether or not you walk or trot
Back to see what is not forgot;
And as I plot and scheme
I let out a silent scream.

Come and see what you mean to me
And we can be insanely mad
With happily being glad
From you and me singularly becoming a we.

I forsake you not being awake
To take a hold of what you are told
That I have integrity and my sanity
Is not in jeopardy, as my thoughts are free.

Am I bitter-sweet in a palatable taste
Of grace or waste,  and in haste
I will weep as I am humbly meek
In offering you a treat of when we meet.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

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Sunday, 2 July 2017

A Tense Essence

You can rely on my reliable reliability,
And I will be vulnerable to your vulnerability
As you are susceptible with being humble
Expressing your essence about being stable.

I met you in in the psychiatric hospital
Where you had been delusionally mental,
I was instrumental to your well-being
And keen to open your eyes into seeing.

Seeing is believing, and what I'm conceiving
Is you understanding without denying
My prying; as I am under the influence
Of a commandeering intelligence.

I will stand tall infront of all
While still you stall a call,
Heed my greed of a nurturing need
To feed you with a planted seed.

Seeds grow to blossom and bloom,
Playing on you mind to groom
You into swaying my humble way
Of modestly coming out to play.

We can have fun with so much laughter,
As I can crack a joke like a jester;
Pick yourself up with a nip-and-tuck
Of a dissecting pluck of our luck.

We are respective birds of a feather
Who flocked and flied about together
Weathering the seasons in wonder
While expressing our expressive thunder.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/07/2017

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You Are My Queen

What cards have you dealt me,
And am I ace or a joker,
Your hand I can't see
As I am a pitiful smoker.

I'm not in a close pack, to attack
Your stack of chips on your shoulder,
And be I flushing red - or am I black,
I will not hold back being a soldier.

I'm a jack-the-lad of peace and harmony,
And have a respectful patience,
Building bridges along the way
To further my loving essence.

I would buy you diamonds if I could;
But I do not have the wealth of a king,
I can afford to buy you  what's good
In a fashionable sense without bling.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/07/2017

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Saturday, 1 July 2017

Lady In Waiting

I am vulnerable to your desire,
Of this I will not tire,
You light up my internal fire.

I am heated with debate
Of whether or not to wait,
For a possible upcoming date.

You are taking your time,
I would like to wine and dine
Your sweet-self with rhyme.

Read my verses and justify
Why you deny to try
And don't wonder why.

My intentions are clear
As you know I hold you dear
And that I'm being sincere.

I like your hair so fair,
We would be good as a pair,
You know I'll always care.

I love you luscious lips
And the way you shake your hips,
I could drink you in sips.

Fill me up with your pleasure;
Drips can fall in tempestuous weather;
Soak me with this absorbing endeavour.

I'll shelter you from the rain,
And alleviate some of your pain
In thinking what you might gain.

We have the world at our feet,
Together we won't suffer defeat
As we'll be humbly and modestly meek.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/06/2017

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Friday, 30 June 2017

Tomorrow Is Not Sorrow

A bitter-pill to swallow
Is your sweet-self in sorrow
About the possibilities of tomorrow.

Are you in respective denial,
And am I inadvertantly on trial,
I am innocent of your portrayal.

I am subjected and dejected
And I feel needlessly rejected
As it is like you have hatred.

You don't pursue me into your company,
And do you judge my insanity,
As this was a forsaking travesty.

Come back from whence you went
And be my Angel, heavenly sent
Hell-bent on adhering to Lent.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

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Without Neglect I Will Be Your Subject

I am subjectively aching as you are forsaking
Our objective taking of the saturating
Essence of our love, as you were nurturing
To I grooming of loving you to favouring
Our savouring characteristics of endearing.
You are my saving grace, and whatever I may face,
You can be my support, and my rapture,
And together we can be without haste.

Piecemeal is a word of my pleasure,
As it has two words to encounter,
I am a sum of possibilities
Without the negativities
Of needless hostilities
To my humane sensibilities.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Get Back On Track

I am assiduous with being pious
To yourself, and with a wealth
Of health, I will steer clear
Of what you don't want me to adhere.

My blood rushes through my veins,
Pumping my heart, which gains
The pressure of you, bursting
At the seams - saturating.

You are my precious near and dear,
And with my intentions so sincere
I will not fear to cry a tear
As I am missing you being near.

Come back from whence you went,
And I will be hell-bent from this Lent,
As you are acting devilishly shy
With your sinning from this beginning,
And respectfully ask yourself why
You don't try, as you deny our winning.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

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Being Friendly

A friend is dear indeed,
He or she can have a need
To occupy your humble time
With their pine and whine.

You can share your thoughts
With friendly passionate oughts,
And weathering respectfully together
The rain can fall, a crying endeavour.

We soak up our sorrow for a better tomorrow,
And while some paths are small and narrow,
Others can be wide open to see with glee
How a helping hand is grand to lead me.

You have to have an understanding
That too much can be demanding,
And to have the sense without pretence
To have appetence with some confidence.

Being a confidant can be a necessity,
And to express yourself with transparency,
As you need to be clear with what you hear
From your near and dear being sincere.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

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Conceive To Believe

Are you soberly thinking
About how I am sinking
Into depths of despair
About you not having a care.

Am I still a suspect of neglect,
Or do you reason with my intellect
That I no-longer am a threat
To myself - I have plenty of regret.

You meant all and everything to me,
And my love is still striving to be
In you presence, with your essence
Of no pretence in your appetence.

You have the patience of a saint,
I am still feeling very faint
From longing for you to be reciprocal
From your celestial pedestal.

You stand up high, wondering why
As to try, but don't you deny
My chivalry and etiquette
That was not a threat.

I treated you so very nice,
So why are you acting like ice,
Being so cool as to stool
Into not making yourself a fool.

Can't it be conceivable
That I am believable,
As my intentions are trustworthy
Written in lines for you to see.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

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Thursday, 29 June 2017

Openly Expressing Myself

Don't assume that I am to resume
Some of my open and shut cases,
As this put you in tune of gloom
And you put to the test my graces.

Read me openly, and you will see
Harmony in you and me being together,
You can be free in glee without the knee
To balls around in a never to severe.

You can hurt subliminally, and consciously
I will have to adapt to this apt cause
Of affecting my faculties, and openly
I will strive on without a pause.

A pause for thought is stretching,
And without neglecting my remanding
Time of consuming to humbly pine
To wine and dine you - a girl so fine.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/06/2017

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Begun Under The Son

Will you be able to be confident
In becoming my trusting confidant,
I'll reveal my inner most feeling
Of stealing which is incarcerating.

I want to steal your heart away,
Thoughts that have locked me up,
Will you let me out this time of day
And we can pray to sip from the cup.

You can be a host of the Holy Ghost,
And we can both respectfully boast
That we have endeavours of treasures,
As what is stored up is in measures.

A measure of hospitality respectability,
As we had a sense of sensibility,
And without irate irascibility
We will endeavour precariously.

My being susceptible to needless hostility
Has come to be, and without feeling free
I strive on and on under the blazing hot sun
And under this I will abide by new times begun.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/06/2017

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Wednesday, 28 June 2017

A Blessing In Your Eyes

Do you respectfully assume
That I am in tune with gloom,
As you are not in the room
Singing a Christianly tune.

Are you still humbly in denial
At my persevering trial
Of judging you sensibly
Not to be thinking irrationally.

Am I patron of your willful neglect,
Assuming I to be a psychotic suspect,
As I am feeling well at the moment
And hope to be for a duration.

Will you hold me in suspension
With lots and loads of pretension
Of my willing intentions
Of your wanting supplications.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/06/2017

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I Implore Not To Ignore

To Clare, are you still aware
That my all is laid bare,
I am an open book to read
And to heed with a need.

You need to know that I love you so,
And my love does grow to sow
A word or two your humble way
In sentences within paragraphs.

In my time of day, I sway
Thinking epithet crafts
Of spell-binding I to cry
Because I don't deny to try.

Don't say goodbye and deny
My time of day, as I fly
To a destination of hesitation
From an unworldly nation.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

Phew, My Nephew

My Nephew has pride, and does not hide,
He is all for tagging along for the ride
To abide by a speeding measure to treasure
From this thrilling, spilling endeavour.

He is hurt at the moment, from needful neglect
As his guardians don't reflect on his intellect,
As he has wisdom beyond his years, and without fears
He will live sensibly, and abide the ride without tears.

He is strong willed, and does nurture with favour
Comradery behaviour, as he is a saving saviour
To those of a lesser degree, so he can come to be
A partner to weather a storm of acting needlessly.

He will soon be free from his griefs
As he has good family relations beliefs,
And not acting like a criminal thief
He will branch out and be like a leaf.

Leafs can fall, but some stand tall
To weather the Autumn Fall call,
Of being precarious in tempestuous
Weather, an endeavour to the rebellious.

I respect him respectfully so, and he does know
That his mother's love for him does grow and grow,
She nurtures what he favours in respectable behaviour
From Sisters and Brothers who he does favour.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2017

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Heed Our Need

Do you have believability in my ability,
Or am I conceited with insensibility,
You can gamble with my type of ramble,
And bet without fret of me being amiable.

Am I an oddity, or a sanctuary of peace,
I don't believe in religious autonomy,
As we should all have a say of which way
To play ball or stall our sustainability.

Do you have grace written all over your face,
Or do you hide with pride your true-self,
Ascertain what it is you gain from Grace,
An offering of supplying internal health.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2017

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Believe As You Will

In the beginning there was willing sinning,
Transgressing with bruising, and the remanding
Time of expressing myself in poetic rhyme;
My vulnerability is an ability to see a sign.

Jesus was a sign, and he taught in parables,
He was an excellent teacher and very zealous,
He was rebellious with Romans and their tolls,
And stuck up for the poor, not being pretentious.

Jesus was sensuous preaching not to be adulterous,
He preached family values of some standing in demanding
Less sinning from this beginning of wavering in belief,
And branching out with firm roots, He was willing in bringing
A haven of sanctuary from Jewish scrutiny of he and she sinning
With believing another testimony of a new Godly beginning.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2017

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I Am Sad Through Not Being Glad

Clare, I'll lead you to your promised land,
We can be wayfaring this odyssey hand in hand,
You can ascertain honour In I name by being tame,
And rationally thinking of our secretive winking.

Are you meaning to share your care with a pious degree
Of sensitivity, and not to be naive as I grieve to be we
Instead of just me; try not denying the trying of being happily
Entranced With my glance at what to see - philanthropy philosophy.

Be positive, and in my way I will stay in a position of being prone
To act-up with a renewal of pursual of not being cruel, as I am not a fool
Because I use a tool. Will you fix me up with yourself at my home
Where I am alone, hotting up with your temperature of being cool.

Your presence would be an essence of company tranquility,
And to find you inside, not experiencing the joyous ride
Is a snide remark that I am a shark swimming in a sea
Where femininity abide - and also respectfully hide.

Do you conceive that I grieve for life with all of its strife,
And will you be my blessing in disguise by further opening my eyes,
With a smile we can have a trial of being a fictitious husband and wife,
Free from the insecurity of my insanity, and we can score with plenty of tries.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andpursue. Try.

Monday, 26 June 2017

What Do I Mean

Do you have assiduity to me,
As you will clearly see
Tranquility to duly be
Without the balls to knee.

You can hurt without care,
And I am to humbly beware
To not stare, as I have a flare
Of withstanding a snare.

Will you be my ball and chain,
What have you got to lose, but gain
From being insane and honour in I name;
So appertain in this game of being sane.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Not An Art Apart

You can raise me like a seance,
And I will have ultimate reliance
On your persevering suppliance
Of I adoring adherence.

Are you basking in I radiance,
And am I convenient like an appliance,
You are my constant near and dear
And without fear I will hear.

Listen as to what is to pursue,
Euphonious words to stick like glue,
As my previous sinning was a beginning
And not an ending, as I am supplying denying.

Time is apparently keeping us apart,
You played me like a heavenly harp,
This was a timely start from being apart.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Reaching With My Preaching

Clare, with some perseverance
I will adhere to our sevierence,
As do you think I was a nuisance
In I being an administer of prudence.

It's good to save, and to behave
Before we ultimately meet our grave,
And if you are suffering being naive
I will passionately conceive to grieve.

Are you a fan in how I've come to be,
And do I exercise might in a gripe,
Open you beautiful, soulful eyes to see,
That I won't take flight from this fright.

As I wonder and gander at what lays on yonder,
I am aware and prudent of God's Holy thunder
And our God is Mother Nature, and She is under
The sea, perhaps frozen in time from nurture.

Are you a breeze at how I appease with ease,
Or do you conventionally think irrationally,
By your absence you do tease with a weese
As to scoff at a cough is acting sensibly.

What I hold aloft, Is Mother Nature,
And if she were here She would nurture,
Everyone and everything to her thunder
Of each and everyone of us going under.

Copyrite Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Broadly Thinking

I am broad and wide in my thinking,
Often sinking into depths of despair,
Life is precarious in its evolving
And earth is like an imprisonment lair.

Am I incisive, or am I inconclusive,
I wonder in wonder, and as I ponder
I inquire what is dire to the hier
Archy, as in a degree of sustainability.

I have been studying my philanthropy
With philosophy, And what remains to see
Is will you believe In Adam and Eve
When you can perceive to grieve.

We all pass, but are you aghast
At all of us not to last, as the past
Can catch up on you, and bereavement
Is a testament to disagreement.

We can last with perseverance
And a loving member's essence
Can be a treasure to behold
Worth more than diamonds and gold.

I have fond memories to last
As my past has been a blast
At times, especially with Clare
Who is not forgotten as I care.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Are You Feeling Or Reeling

Clare, put to bed
That I'm off my head,
I have repeatedly said
That I am sad, not bad.

Is my izzat so crap
That you won't come back,
Please rely on me to see
Our courtship sensibility.

I have justice in mind,
And to find in kind
A judge in trial to I guile
With no denial for a while.

Time has space between us,
And are you reaching,
I am inquiring because
I love your preaching.

You are a trial to my muster,
And like a court usher,
I will lead you to the dock
Where we can wind down our clock.

I'll sentence you to peace of mind,
Where you can find in kind
A rhyme or two to see from being blind
In you essence of expression of time.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Keiran Is Ablaze In His Maze

My Nephew is working away,
He is strong willed
He lives to fight another day
Without being killed.

He works in the security business
Keeping his chin up at all times
His work can make him transgress
To others who don't heed his signs.

A warning can be forthcoming
As his vision is to see hostility,
He can be reckoning with his beckoning
Of adhering to administering respectability.

He can have a bone to pick on you,
And like a dog he can bite and chew,
Spitting his verbal sentences out
With a deafening scream and shout.

He is sensible, and not irritable,
As he fights for a justified peace,
He is not irrational and irascible
And is consolable to the deceased.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Sunday, 25 June 2017

Begin With Him

I fell in love with Jesus
Through a time of hardship,
He could see through us
And advocated true courtship

He was only irascible
When He was in the temple,
They were robbing the poor
Of a considerable score.

Jesus healed the blind
And suffered in kind
As His eyes were open
To sheep needing a pen.

He herded the vulnerable,
And was keen and able
To preach a parable
To the susceptible.

Those that listened
Were heightened
And were imagined
Not to be frightened.

Jesus was the Light,
And he stayed from flight,
As the Romans with their might,
Picked on Him a fight.

Jesus died for our sins,
Sing His glorious hymns
To remember Him aglow
With a Godly sow.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Follow In Sorrow At His Addressing Blessing

Jesus walked on sand,
In a barren land
That needed a hand.

He preached the wisdom
Of a kingdom to come,
He was God's Holy Son.

People praised His endeavours
Of storing up celestial treasures
With variant and different measures.

He weighed up all the same,
As we were all to blame
From not being tame.

Jesus preached to help the vulnerable
And was highly susceptible
To what was heavenly inevitable.

Believers are sinners in plight
And with all of his gripe might
His passing freed us from this plight.

Jesus has created so much peace of mind
By others emulating Him being so kind,
He preached and teached Him being a sign.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Grace Can Be Ace

Some hoodlums use many guns,
With some ending up as cons,
They control their criminality
With a greed of insensibility.

Some are impecunious, having little,
While others are lavish with muscle,
I do impeach their reach of arms
Which are their dominant charms.

We live in a respective and subjective
Society, and while some experience
Being free, others flee from objective
Opinion, not being a minion in a trance.

Lay down your arms, and experience alms,
As Jesus had and remains to have charms
Of interest to digest into what remains best,
Storing wealth in a celestial sense to bless.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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A Gripe At Flight

I have a hearty appetite to exercise a gripe,
And with all of my God given might
I will acknowledge the fight
Of third world plight.

Have you tastes in humane decency,
And have you respectfully come to be
An influential technocrat acting fat
With pride of let's hide this side
Of politics, which sticks with abide.

They are instrumental in a mentality gravity,
As she and he act disrespectfully in glee
At their policy to hand out a little from a lot
As those poor souls still using coals rot.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Barren Lands In The Hands Of Hoodlums

Hoodlums play the criminal game
Of honour in their street name,
They should refrain this pain
As it makes them more insane.

What have they really got to gain -
A stain on their character and nature,
And together they endeavour to weather
The storm of being a master form of pastor.

They encourage others as sisters and brothers
To be like themselves, and do as they do,
And under the covers they still act like lovers
And understand love of a mother being blue.

To have pride in acting like a lion in a jungle,
Is a tumble and fall to all who believe in this stumble,
Life is precarious at the best of times, and what stands
Is holding up your hands acknowledging these lands.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Being In The Hood Is Not Good

Some villains like feeling good
While hidden under a hood
Of spilling innocent blood
Creating a crying flood.

They should refrain
From this ill-gain
And should tame
From being insane.

What does transpire
Is their desire
To be a sire
In this concrete mire.

They are willing to fire
A gun while under the Son,
As Christian preachings
Were at their beginnings.

Most know about Christianity,
And about Christians lovability,
Yet they still insensibly
Commit needless hostility.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Same As He, Me And She

I can appertain in honour of I name,
And can respectfully refrain
From being like a lion in Zion,
As you are compeer with the Son.

We are all God's holy children,
But some boil up sins in a cauldron
Of potions with notions of takings
Instead of forsaking the wakings.

Supplement the poor I do implore
And to settle a resentment score
Of not being a bore, as a pig can swill
In an ill of suffering being a kill.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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It's True I Miss You

Clare, will you accept my sincere courtship;
I would greatly appreciate your friendship;
We can both share our struggling hardship
And with wit we can pick off what is stick.

Moses carried a staff, which performed,
He was well and wisely and truly informed
Of God's endeavour of storing up treasure;
So whatever you pleasure heed this measure.

I love you respectfully, and greatly
Will I hold you aloft, nice and soft,
As I am gentle and feeble with a needle -
This is what is to pass as I am feeble.

I am weak without your meek and sleek-self,
You showered me with eternal loving wealth,
I am tormented by your absence and abstinence
From sharing our pairing of endearing patience.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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I Feel Still With Not Being Ill

I am feeling and acting shoogly
Under your influence of hugely
Undermining my pining of wining
And dining - are you still whining.

I want and trust in your friendship
And through whatever trying hardship
We can endeavour lovingly together
For our existent eternal forever.

Are you being overtly contentious
Which can be overbearingly tedious,
As I am not after a sultry mistress
So you needn't stress at this less.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Fright In Sight

Are you within the creed of a need
To feed others with a similar greed,
As to be Christianly is being Godly
And being evangelistic is supplementary.

Are you contemptible in not being able
To believe that Jesus was born in a stable,
He had roots of being humble and with a grumble
He didn't tumble and He didn't stumble.

He preached forgiveness in seriousness
As to transgress what He thought best
Is an arrest of your supportiveness,
As you have more while He had less.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Authority Is A Minority

I'm running in extreme slow motion,
With the moral of an upstanding notion
That be without stress is a congress
Digest at what's respectfully best.

Technocrats seem to have Carte-Blanche
Over the general populace in a trance
Of them not being able to see being free
As they are not experiencing tranquillity.

We roam from home, sometimes alone,
And are prone to be fearful and tearful
At what is in sight, a plight in flight
Of a governing gripe with a hype of might.

Come around, and with your wide vision
See with precision the suffering derision
Of those in a positive position of influence
Being grave in how they behave with negligence.

Copyrite Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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To Negotiate A Debate

I would offer you a rose,
But I'm feeling morose
With how I am moralising
About how I am surviving.

I'm at a momentous degree
About a patronising she,
And while I remain lonely
Will she come to be with me.

Disregard your thoughtful negativities
And replace them with the positivities
Of how I will come to be, to see
Us together to not sever in three.

The Trinity is a blessed blessing
And the Spirit is thus stressing
That belief in a wreath is grief,
As the devil can take like a thief.

Be Christianly in your behaviour
And believe in the blessed Saviour
He understood what directive sign
Will free you from being blind
And to influence you in being kind.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Nurturing Nature

My daughter is my world, and means the earth to me,
In her nature is nurture for those less fortunate
Who have a little from a lot, and have come to be
A resentment hierarchy in a heated debate about hate.

Surviving the concrete jungle is an endeavour to weather,
And while brothers and sisters stick humbly together,
They are still a minority of oddity not in tranquillity,
As to have a poor lifestyle is not living adequately.

My daughter ranks herself to be a member of influence,
And with honesty and integrity and with no pretence
She will not stand on the fence with appetence
As she stands tall to all in her respective suspense.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Not Too Soon

It is soon to be my daughter's birthday,
And respectfully I implore to she
To have her say in a diplomatic way
Of how to behave without being too grave.

She has experience in living and continues giving
To those of a lesser degree with honesty and integrity
And with sincerity you and me will see popularity in she.
She means the world to me, and I will be in happiness with glee.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Far From A Star

Don't be apprehensive with what is nigh
Try not to be pensive with a hello from goodbye,
Lay your grievances down and try and frown
And I can cheer you up by acting like a clown.

I'll humour you with my wit, and with grit
I will fight to make you happy without shit,
Come hither and weather our storm of a 'norm'
And we can be together without personal scorn.

Life can be sorrowful, but be mindful
Of who you are, and try not to be tearful,
Try and be cheerful with happiness
And I will reciprocate with less stress.

We were a nice couple, experiencing our time,
I used to appreciate you writing to me in rhyme,
A rainbow is a Biblical, God given sign
To make us pine for what is a climb.

To reach for the stars, a heavenly place,
Is a dream we can strive for with holy grace,
And piecemeal is a measure to treasure
As we endeavour the tempestuous weather.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Saturday, 24 June 2017

Affairs With Cares

My voice can be heard, and as I stutter
While moaning and groaning about the gutter,
I implore to open the door of the poor
Who importantly matter in a score.

A score of people who are humanly sane
Who play the game of tame and refrain
From grievances to technocrats like rats
Who ply their trade of needless stat's.

I am awash with a summons for justice,
And am feeling cold from the bold
Elements of a scold from being told
By the wavering authority not nice.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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Be Free From Disrespectability

I've had a long sleep,
Where my dreams did keep
Stirring me from slumber
As I was going under.

I am hag-ridden with grief,
And fall softly like a leaf,
To an impending gloom
Coming way too soon.

I'm not ready to pass,
Am I being an ass
By being too aghast
At remembering the past.

I've been through an Odyssey
Of a nightmare of not being free,
I am locked up suffering dejection
And am bullied into suffocation.

Hospital is not the place to be
If you are suffering mentally
As the staff don't have the time of day
Constantly sending you on your way.

I can't breathe this intoxication,
As I adhere to a worldly nation,
Free from the hellish subjection
Of doctors and nurses objection.

I dream of a better day to sway
Their way, to care from a stare
Of horrifying side effects that play
In your consciousness's lair.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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Small Change For The Better

I still use the dictionary you gave me,
I look through it often and occasionally
To discover new words to play around with
That were previously undercover not to live.

Life is precarious and perilous
And with lots and lots of stress
We digest dishonesty with integrity
To be a humane victim travesty.

We are mocked for our Holy endeavours,
And what are stored up as treasures
As in a heavenly sense, is having no pretence
Of whence to make an appearance of severance.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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I'll Believe With You

I was diffident with your appeasement,
You was a source of merriment
To my complimentary commentary -
As I had to be complimentary.

I loved your essence of passion,
And with reciprocal supplication
I will muster to you being a master
Of your own destiny, preaching like a pastor.

Rich is life, and from strife
Be my common-in-law wife;
And we can spend a fortune
In a caring and sharing tune.

Sing along to worldly belong
And belong in the throng
Of believers believing
In what they are seeing.

Seeing is believing, come and see me
And experience tranquil tranquillity
As I am enriched in Biblical wisdom
And respect the teachings of King Solomon.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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A Congress To Stress What Is Best

Together we can stand,
And divided we can fall,
Lend a helping hand
To a wanting call.

We weather the fall
Still standing tall,,
As we do not fall
Into a wanting stall.

We can stop at will
And with a bitter-pill
This can result in a kill -
A fill of swill from this ill.

We are all Mother's children,
And with nurture we can favour
Being free from sinning again
And to refrain from this ill-gain.

Love love, a reiterating cliche
That can come from those who pray,
Sway to their humble and modest way
And come out to play rather than decay.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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Can You Tell We Are In Hell

We are in the netherworld of corruptness,
And what does painstakingly suppress
Is the digest of what is best,
As we are under needless duress.

A sinful way can come out to play;
And being in a mindful way
We can stray to being made of clay,
As we were nurtured into creations DNA.

Mother Nature brought us up, to sip and sup
From the Holy cup, as not to rot with a trot
Away, to sway another way, is to decay like rot
And to reminisce a kiss of bliss is hot.

We can live through cremation, as creation
Manufactured cells to live through living hells,
We can all live forever, together to endeavour
All types of weather, and to not sever.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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A Wealth In Stealth

Am I studied and learned in psychobiolgy,
And am I a productive and constructive prodigy
To my insane inhibitions of mentality
Which was at a gravity of insanity.
What am I to you, and are you true
In your beliefs, that the griefs
In life are but your own trouble and strife;
Mindful minds are devoid of this hypocrisy.

And what remains a written mystery
Is will you be free to flee or see;
As are you pretentious in your beliefs
Or do you seek refuge in your disbelief's.
Be honest with yourself, and search for wealth
In Jesus' integrity, a vanity of a stealth of health.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

A sonnet.

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To Be Heard Not Like A Nerd

Mother Nature is momentous,
She is a force to reckoned with,
Are you a believer and with us
And are you inclined to give.

Are you under disrespectful
Duress, and do you transgress
Your stress, in being neglectful
To yourself, a sorrowful mess.

The un-well, un-healthy
Can be the poor or wealthy,
So store what is in store
At being sore to the core.

We all have a gripe, a hype
Of out of sight ripe might,
As lots of us are in flight
From third world plight.

The spirit has been heard
And spreading the word
I will be within the herd
Of not being a shy nerd.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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A Sore To Implore

To Clare, are you still aware
That I respectfully care,
You are in my favour
Believing in the Saviour.

Jesus love is a blessing
And I will be stressing
That to open His door
Is a respective score.

I am all about rejoicing
In what Christians sing
That the Son is Godly
And humbly supplementary
To the spirits' popularity.

For I do implore to the poor
To be rich in striving
To not being sore
At those who are believing
And are not giving in to sinning
Thus stressing that transgressing
Is not a blessing but an addressing.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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Potentially Heavenly

God is a psych-cell so small,
Yet when she comes to be,
She will arise so tall
Above all land and sea.

See and humbly believe
In her Adam and Eve,
A crop not forgot
From the ticking clock.

She is Mother Nature,
And with her nurture
We can secretly treasure
Her endeavour of weather.

The elements will be awash
On her shore, to implore
To the poor to know the score
Of knocking on Jesus' door.

Are you affluently posh,
Looking down on others,
And do you dish out the dosh
To deserving sisters and brothers.

Repent and relent from being hell-bent
On what angels are heavenly sent,
As in disguise in your eyes is a prize
Of being modestly, and humbly wise.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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I like to get high,
As in standing tall,
The past is nigh
A call to all.

God is omnipresent
And omniscient,
He is a she,
And will come to be.

The first psych-cell
Is our No1 mother,
She will be a lover
Of heaven from hell.

Hell on earth is a phrase
To devilish subjects to praise,
Yet they are naive to conceive
That this is a prayer to believe.

God will beckon and reckon
With her blessing addressing,
Sins will be suppressing
As Jesus suffering as the Son.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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A Blue To Renew

Are you now chilled from acting like ice,
And do you foresee all things nice,
As I am a drip when it comes to you
Acting weak with the blues to renew.

I was down, but I'm now feeling good,
And as I encounter the tearful flood;
I am wet with a saturation of neglect,
And I am small like a tiny insect.

But I am tall, and I let out a crying call
For you, Clare, to have a care, and not fall
Into the pit of despair, as I have a flare
To heed with greed the need to feed with care.

I'm hungry for your love, and long to taste you,
Your lips were luscious to kiss, and like glue
We stuck to each other for long duration's
Which was appealing in revealing dedications.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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Be Truthful To Youself

Clare, do I make you lachrymose;
I would gladly give you a rose,
To show how much you mean to me;
A transparent supplication to be.
Will you take the plunge, diving deep
Into my pool of wisdom, which does seep
To keep you afloat, as I truly mope
And from my throat will not be a choke.

As I struggle with being alone at home,
I am prone to moan and groan, homegrown
Tendencies of cry's and sighs from goodbyes,
Instead of a meeting with a greeting -
While not regretting the fretting
Of my trying while not denying the lies.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

A sonnet.

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Rhymes Between The Lines

Clare, do you like my likeability,
And are you thinking sensibly,
Are your thoughts irrational
To summons being contemptible.

I am an enigma to decipher,
And what does better and matter
Is being as mad as a hatter,
A fable able to muster a cluster.

Reach up to the stars that glow,
And grasp where you want to sow,
As your seed will heed the need
To be without greedy greed.

Take my hand and I'll lead the way,
Embrace my comfort and I will play
Gently and soft - but hard at times,
As I am expressing between the lines.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

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Explosive Exposure

Battling certain elements, I strive on,
Surviving by using my whit and not the gun,
Manoeuvring within my means and capability
Surpassing expectations of susceptibility.
I was generalising corporal punishment,
A means of harassment to I being innocent,
But often I cut myself with a sharp knife,
Suffering without my common-in-law wife.

I was aghast at my past - sometimes I was free
From having a grave and insane mentality,
And I was to rationally think of she and me,
But my perceptions were miss-directions,
As she can have suspicions of my intentions,
Which can be deciphered with my many mentions.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/06/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 23 June 2017

I Will Adhere To My Near And Dear

I hope my daughter has a merry time
On her birthday, and she is inclined
To wish others well in kind to find
Reciprocal behaviour in being kind.

She is a treasure to behold in my thoughts,
And as I appreciate her pleasing oughts
With what ever endeavour I can muster
She will still be a measure of a master.

She governs with respect, and like an insect
She is small, yet stands tall in her aspect
Of being an individual, with a voice to be heard
And with my writing skills I will spread the word.

Her words are gentle and soft, and she holds aloft
Being trustworthy, and with her word she is heard
In being respectful, and honestly with integrity
She does express her feelings which are soft.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/06/2017

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Love You More

I love the rest of my family similarly,
But I love my daughter more, and I implore
To other as sisters and brothers, to hopefully,
Understand the score of extreme loving to the core.

She is my life and means the world to me,
And with this shining love you will aptly see
Tranquillity in she and me, and hopefully to be
A testament of appeasement in feeling happily in glee.

I've been to see her today, and she does sway
My poetic way, and she adores my written scores,
As I am very heard and strong with a worldly belong
And I adore her being a modest part of this throng.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/06/2017

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To Be We'll Happily See

My daughter is wise beyond her years,
And seemingly without any fears,
She travels through life being nice
With little retribution for strife.

She administers authority, fully able
And stable, to a lesser minority,
As she keeps in close company
Her close friends and family.

She is a technocrat to her offspring,
Exercising Carte Blanche over their affairs,
And they do appreciatively and pleasantly sing
Her praises with many personal cares.

She is within the chorus throng of worldly belong,
And preaches sanity over vanity - a mentality
Of serenity, and with a popularity like a song
She is savoured with endearment with behaving happily.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/06/2017

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A Blessing In Disguise

Hip hip hooray, it is my daughter's birthday
She has grown in experience and wisdom,
And like the Biblical king Solomon,
She is wise in a knowledgeable way.

She has matured, and she is adored
By her close family and friends
And she follows fashionable trends
Such as fighting without the sword.

She sticks up for herself with a passion,
And looks after my interests of staying well,
As she has nurtured I from a tormented hell
Of a spell-binding, blinding derision.

I love her with the colours of the rainbow,
And with the strength of the blowing wind,
She is supplementary to me being kind
Which she emulates with a shining glow.

She is a beacon light of might from gripe,
And under her shadow I will ultimately strive
To live my life not dead but very alive
And to survive the horrors of my plight.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/06/2017

A poem for my loving daughter, Georgia, who's birthday it is soon.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 22 June 2017

In And Out With A Shout

Clare, I miss you terribly,
And with deep regret I was a threat
To my modest-self, and sadly
I was a losing my odds of a fret.

I am better now, and hurt myself -
Into a pit of deteriorating health,
But with a wealth of pride
I no-longer side with how I did hide.

I was missing my faculties
But now with my own remedies
I am nurturing I without goodbye
As what is nigh is a Godly sigh.

I fell in love with Jesus
At a dwelling time of hardship,
He can still be a part of us
As we can continue our courtship.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

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You can get ripped off anywhere,
As we all live in a lair
Of prowlers into conning
With no scruples of belonging.

They don't sing a song of worldly belong
And remain in the annoying throng
Of dishonest and cunning criminals
Acting as respectful citizens.

I've been ripped off numerous times online,
And they find in-kind to be acting within the law,
So they don't have a sentence of serving their time,
As they know loopholes, and acting like moles
They implore to the rich and poor to open their door.

Will fate catch up with them, and will karma score
For us victims in remaining and suffering the sore
Mentality of their gravity in fleecing we,
Remains to be as they are a travesty to being free.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

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I Know The Score

Certain figures can be aptly revealing
In what they are cunningly concealing,
As a summons can be remanding and appealing
If you are not stealing and/or are healing.

Criminality is rife, and life can be strife,
Mend your ways to free you from hostile spite,
And with might I will remand you in my custody
To be free from hostility, and to ask why try to pry.

I'm interested in how you are, and from afar
I will believe in you to leave hope's door ajar,
As I will be rallying with my reasoning
With peeking how you are blossoming.

Clare, I respectfully respect you so,
And I want you to know that I glow
In knowing the score - to help the poor,
And I implore to open a welcoming door.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

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I Am Ecclesiastical

You've made me woebegone,
My new times apparently begun
Are at a tether, and on a leash
I will act like a priest.

Jesus was all heart and ache
And he did forsake the take
From the needy, and the greedy,
And you will see harmony in He and me.

I will aspire to your desire of fire,
And with passion I will keep you warm,
And with looking after you I will not tire
Of speed to heed with greed holding your palm.

To be or not to be, that was the question,
And do you flee in glee in being neglectful to we,
Is a situation I will fight with might of the Son -
Please put my mind at ease from this pleading plea.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Full Of Woe

I am woefully missing you with woefulness,
And I was under needless psychotic duress,
And with my endeavours of illness
I was suffering immense stress.

Can you have a forgiving heart,
For my unsightly art of being apart
From my faculties, and I'll paint a picture
Of you and me being together for our forever.

I'm still loving your essence, a treasure
I do measure with time passing by, and as I cry
I wonder why you don't try to get in-touch with me,
A summons I'll work out in another era of being supplementary.

Years have passed, and I've been aghast with the past,
And what was not to last is my deteriorating sanity,
As I've been on a missionary task to ask
Heathens in a medical injustice vanity.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

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Thinking Of Us

My philosophies about philanthropy are laid bare,
And I am an open book to heed with a loving care,
And I don't have greed as I like to feed
A palatable digest with a planted seed.

Seeds grow into life, and blossom and bloom,
And while I won't be soon to be a groom,
I can still infiltrate a debate to sate
Your appetite of I literary sight in wait.

My words can penetrate to a great height
If you heed the need to feed your thinking
Into what I am relating with debating gripe
About unjustly site of souls sinking.

We can sink to depths of despair
Seemingly without a worldly care,
And as we lay ourselves bare
Will others stand and stare.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

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Believe In Me And We

Clare, believe in us being together,
To last for our eternal forever,
And we can share each other
As a dedicated lover.

Love me until the end of days,
And I'll change my eccentric ways,
To suit yourself into not feeling blue
From my honest intentions which are so true.

I trust in the Son, and love my daughter,
And will humbly and modestly seek after
Our celestial well-being in seeing
Up to the stars with believing.

Shine brightly with me and see
How we can share tranquillity to be
An upstanding couple living in modesty
As I like to share with a care of lenity.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

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Duration Supplication

Clare, did you stare in disbelief
At my self-harming suffering grief,
And was you at your whits end
With being my loving girlfriend.

I wasn't myself, tormented by my health,
And you was an undercover lover in stealth,
As I was a revelation of segregation
With your separation supplication.

We needed a break, but now I ache
To take you back into my arms
Where we will each not forsake
Each other as a lover of psalms.

Teach to me your thoughts of oughts,
And I will pause in time to rhyme
A better time to come as I am taught
By your past philosophies of my time.

In time we can come to be set free
From all of our overbearing hostility,
And with what remains to be and see
Is a loving partnership in tranquillity.

Arrest me, and lock me up in your company
And with supervision I will abide to we
For a duration of elevation to a delegation
Of family supplication rather than separation.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

A Turn For The Better

I am now feeling very well,
Not under a cursed spell
Of a mentality so grave
Where I wasn't to behave.
I was irrational with myself
While suffering this ill-health,
I was prone to self-harm
Not being rationally calm.

I have regrettable regrets
Of the humiliating threats
Of a threatening behaviour
Of psychotic endeavour
Of to weather a storm
About being at a 'norm'.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Liberty Transparacy

I was irate with hate
About a mental debate,
Should I remain on injections
With all of its subjection's
Or should I go back to pills
With suffering the detrimental ills.
Both are a civil liberty of unjust
Transparency as I am now hushed.

I am a conquest to be a reject,
And battling the sleepy side-effect
I soldier on, but am not myself
Suffering this medical stealth
Of plying their trade of health
With pharmaceutical wealth.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Connotation Supplication

I like to be creative,
Being highly productive
In what I am expressing
Without too much stressing.

I like to be constructive
In whatever perspective,
I am semantic with connotations
With strong family connections.

My family look after me,
And hopefully and respectfully
I will honourably be to he and she
A person of integrity popularity.

Am I a site worth seeing now
With where, why, who and how
I can express myself with a wealth
Of nurturing health with stealth.

I am on my own at the moment,
And looking back to the present
I am blinded by the past, to last
In aghast of ghosts to pass.

But looking ahead, putting to bed
What was honestly said instead
Of dwelling on what you fear -
A haunting that I will adhere.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017

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Sway Without Decay

Are you polarized with how I am,
And are you puzzled with clues,
I have been feeling the blues
Like our dear own Peter Pan.

To view without pursue
Of what is to renew
Is knowing what's true
To me and hopefully to you.

Devilish encounters are to sway
A lot of humble peoples' way,
And with having a popular say
You can stray to play another day.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017

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A Turn In Direction

Are you a continuum of my epithets,
With welcoming regrets about threats,
And acting sombrely and soberly,
With he and she acting disrespectfully.

Are you under needless duress,
Where you suffer the transgress
Of being picked on, an eaten digest
Of arrest on your behalf of what's best.

A lot have palatable tastes in humane decency,
And what is transparent is to be Christianly
Is being heavenly, and sensibly,
I will adhere to he and she as a we.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017

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See The Light Of Might

I'm locked in a cupboard,
And I can't get out,
I am searching within
To let out a shout.

I'm in suspense, with pretence,
As I am full of appetence
About fighting in defence
Of whence a foe makes an appearance.

Don't despairingly rage from afar,
As what was shut is now ajar,
Come nearer from being afar
And I will say a thankful prayer.

To be Christianly is being Godly,
And an evangelistic plea to see
Will be coming from me, now set free
To encounter and endeavour a plea.

While fleeing you can be flying,
And instead of not denying the trying
Of why experience dying with sighing,
When we have forever in evolving.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017

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Fools Don't Use Tools

Am I being subliminal,
And are you perceiving,
We are not irrational
In what we are believing.

I am out in the open,
Keeping my mouth shut,
As what was shaken
Is now in a rut.

I'm wet with tears from years
Of suppressing fears,
I was unwell suffering a hell
Of being profound in my hospital cell.

Come around to the euphonious sound
That is heavenly found to be bound
In and around the moat where I gloat
Under a spell of a throttling throat.

My words were daft, I need a raft
To escape this pool of being a fool,
Come hither and weather being together
With whatever writing tools you can muster.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017

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An Eyeful Euphonious Words

Are you thinking in presupposition mode,
About turning a prince from a toad,
Supernaturally and sensibly
It can be perceived indiscriminately.

Is Clare my princess, and as I croak
Stuck in this moat, I can choke
My words and sentences out
From a verbal bout with clout.

Is she the one for me, forever to be
In a trance of tranquillity, and merrily
We can be a partner together to weather
The whether or not to I endeavour.

I am elevated, and with a lift we can shift
Ourselves in a sea of rocking waves, adrift
With the same sensibilities of supposition
Of my impending position of not being over you.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017

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